Or the drive-thru Conoco in Enterprise.
Damn, even I forget the other moments of IBS that I've had. That fucking door to the bathroon would not open!
You must tell the whole story, please. I'm having visions of the Ryan's Steakhouse/Tucker Max Austin Road Trip stories.
It's really quite the simple story. We were there for dinner, (five in total, all dudes) and had been getting drunk and stoned all day. My diet in college was horrible, like everyone elses. I had to shit before we left for dinner, but took a huge bong rip which usually (and did) subside my urge to go. We get to the Mellow Mushroom, drink more pitchers of beer, and eat a shit ton of greasy pizza. The transition from not-having-to-shit to about-to-blow-a-hole-in-my-pants was immediate and came without warning. I jumped from the table, ran to the bathroom in the back, and had enough time to close the stall door and drop my drawers...but that's it. I didn't have enough time to sit down, and as a result sprayed feces all over the wall behind the toilet, the flush handle, and the seat.
I then wiped my ass and washed my hands, and made every single one of my friends that were with me take a piss before they left so they could see the damages.
So when you go to the 'shroom to eat some pizza in Auburn and go to the bathroom, remember what went down in the first stall to the left of the urinal.